Author's Note: OMG I LOVE THIS STORY! It's going to be so much fun to write! I really really hope you guys like it! It seems the other story I might write alongside this one or after this one will be Blaster and Soundwave's as it seems is common concensus.

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Autobot Shuttle Variance, Atmosphere, Chaonis-Ki, Edge Of Decepticon Controlled Space

The thin atmosphere of the moon created a small corona of heat around the underside of Wheeljack's small craft, the ship barely vibrating with its descent. Hands moved across the panel before him, quickly inputting commands to the thrusters and slowing even more, cruising in low through the swirls of sand that had managed to form even in the thin air of this planet. The small cockpit was filled with the same message repeating over and over again over the Autobot distress frequencies, the voice being one familiar to Wheeljack.

Blue optics half closed in pain, fingers clenching ever so slightly at the thought that that voice brought back to him, one of the Wreckers, one of his teammates. With it, his mind returned to Bulkhead, remembering the flash of anguish in his friend's optics to know that once more Wheeljack would be blasting off into the endless void, wandering between stars searching for something he had yet to find. There had to be something… something out there that would ease the aching emptiness that existed within his spark, something that would complete what was broken.

At one point he had thought he had found that with Bulkhead, for those vorns they had been shoulder to shoulder as brothers on the battlefield, yet even that precious friendship had not been enough. He had always been chasing after that illusive memory file, which would teasing him the astrosecond he woke from a recharge cycle, the feeling of gentle hands, a voice that eased his spark like no other had or since. No matter how he struggled to place it, he could not.

But something called him to this region of space that bordered on the main expanse of Decepticon territory, something had drawn him in close enough to be able to pick up the signal he was now responding to.

Sand blanketed everything, swirling up in blinding waves, half blinding sensors and howling against the hull, forcing Wheeljack to use every trick he knew to stay on course. The entire ship bucked and wrenched hard against his control, the alarms were blaring loud and screaming at him to pull up, but he refused, holding fast to the controls. Wheeljack was not one to retreat, and with the thick swirling blasts of sand would come some shelter from Decepticon sensors if any patrol remained on this world. There had been no evidence of any, but that did not mean he would not be cautious.

Gritting his denta, he pushed forwards, determined to face off against anything that stood between him and the Autobots that were in need of assistance. Though Wheeljack couldn't help but feel that he might just be too late.

Decepticon Ore Processing Facility, Chaonis-Ki, Edge Of Decepticon Controlled Space

Wind whipped sand up in brilliant clouds of golden dust, which caught the last dying rays of the distant local star, they spun around him, tickling against his wings and almost making him shiver. His optics dimmed as he gazed down at the body of the Autobot at his pedes, his spark ringing with his sorrow at the senseless deaths that he had been again unable to prevent. Intakes hissing slightly as they were again filled with sand, he dropped back down to his knee joints, sliding the makeshift digging tool deep into the sands against one wall of the former Decepticon ore processing plant, again sweeping away the drift and rubble that had come down off the walls.

It was a slow task, but one he did, knowing it would be best to bury the dead where no Decepticon would look for them. He did not have the spark to reduce their frames to ashes to hide the bodies of the fallen and keep them out of Decepticon hands. Eventually he stood, his slender arms hooking beneath those of the limp Autobot in his grip, he dragged him backwards, stumbling and slipping in the constantly shifting dunes that came and went within seconds around him.

Laying the body into the deep pit he had created, he dipped down and slipped a hand beneath the chassis armour, his fingers curling around a signal component and drew it free from its position between armour plating. The small glittering crystal no bigger than the very tip of his smallest finger glinted in the light, a small part of the communications systems of every bot, the crystal was one that carried a bot's individual frequency.

"You will not be forgotten. Your name will be forever remembered. May all that you have done within this lifetime granted you peace." The words were hard to get out, yet, Thundercracker forced them past his lips, his head bowed before repeating an ancient Cybertronian prayer for those who offlined. The medic felt a damp tear slowly trail down his cheekplate, the grief that overwhelmed him surging upwards and choking him. The crystal was carefully added to a glittering mass of a thousand others, the tiny crystals chiming together in the wind, swaying and casting a tiny rainbow of light over the body of the fallen Autobot.

How often had he repeated this? How many dead had he visited both Decepticon and Autobot that had been unable to be saved?

Carefully tucking the crystals safely back into subspace he dropped to his hands and knees in the dust beginning to cover the body with the gentleness of one laying the dead to rest. It was the least he could do for his failure. He had been unable to reach them… his screams had echoed through the broken shell of the ship, the mech fighting against the tight bonds in order to get to the three strong crew who had been so badly injured in the head on crash into the side of the facility that they had leaked out right before him, their sparks departing their frames…

If only they had listened to him. If only he had been able to prove the fact that he wasn't in fact a Decepticon but a long time Autobot agent… but they would hear nothing of his 'lies'. He was just grateful that they had not killed him straight off.

There was a whisper of sound, only a moment of warning. The Seeker's body tensing as he was about to reach for his weapon when the cold bite of metal slipped between his wings and helm and pressed down against the back of his neck. Instantly he froze, still resting on his knees beside the half buried body of the Autobot Wrecker. Inhaling sharply, he attempted to keep down the flutter of fear that jolted through him knowing that one slice straight downwards and he would know nothing more.

"Decepticon scum." A low growl came from just behind him, the blade pressing and actually marking the outside of his plating. "Don't move or I'll end your existence right here."

Thundercracker's hands clenched into silent fists, his violet optics staring down at the face of the mech who had said pretty much the same words to him only an orn before. The grey facial plates were still and smeared with energon, death gazing out at him from grey lifeless optics. A bitter little laugh actually did escape the medic that time, his head drooping forwards, optics shuttering. "He said the exact same thing to me."

"Did you kill him, 'Con?"

"He killed himself." Thundercracker couldn't find it in his spark to honestly prevent himself from snapping at the Autobot behind him, the senseless deaths of the three Autobots haunted him and sparked such anger within him at their inability to listen to him. "So did the other two."

"No Autobot would…"

"Don't you fragging tell me no Autobot would!" His anger burned and he couldn't control it as grief struck him hard in the tanks, making him quiver ever so slightly with the force of it. The loss of every Autobot haunted him, seeing such good mechs and femmes die tore at everything he was. "I told them. I slagging told them I was an Autobot Agent, but did they listen? NO!"

Wheeljack stood just behind the Seeker stunned by the words and also the defiance the Decepticon showed in the face of his blade, even though there was a slight expression of fear, this mech had not cowered and he respected that. However, Decepticons were known for their treachery and he wasn't about to be stupid enough to trust anything that came out of his mouth. "What happened?" He demanded, blue optics gazing down at the half uncovered bot who was being buried beneath a layer of rubble metal sheeting and sand.

"What do you think happened?" A hand waved in the direction of where a ship had gone smashing through the walls of the processing plant around them, the burning wreck sitting half way up one wall, twisted with its nose crumpled. Black lines of charring ran around the cockpit of it and up the walls. "I was restrained in the rear section, probably what saved me." The last comment was whispered with a hint of bitterness. "The three Autobots were in the front section and were injured."

Wheeljack's optics focused on the arm that had pointed to the ship, noting the only slightly healed marks around the slender wrist, clear demonstration that the words were true. "Injured?"

"Dead now. I could not get to them quick enough."

Wheeljack's free hand caught the Decepticon's forearm, lifting it to examine the wound, and was surprised by the sight of the mech's fingers. The long delicately jointed servos were those with extra sensor receptors like he had seen on Ratchet and other medics. Medics were rare. Though this one was a Decepticon, but if… what if what the Decepticon was telling the truth? His optics returned to the body being buried and scowled. "What are you doing?"

"What does it look like I'm doing?" And the Seeker turned to face Wheeljack as the pressure eased up on his neck, his head tipping back and gazing straight into pale blue optics. Surprise immediately registered on Thundercracker's face as he recognised the mech who stood over him. "Wheeljack." Relief practically surged through every circuit Thundercracker possessed, however his optics glanced towards where the Autobot's hand was still gripping his forearm, a thumb brushing against the edges of the long wounds in his wrists.

Confusion flickered through the Wrecker's expression as he gazed down into a face that made him want to swallow around the sudden lump in the back of his vocals. Now this was what Seekers should look like, unlike Starscream. Beautiful features greeted him, violet optics a touch wide as they gazed up at him, the mech's armour was a sky blue, the edges of the plating done in silver. Wings swept up and away from the lithe body, the tips of them twitching and making him want to reach out and stroke the edge of one and see if they were as sensitive as they were rumoured to be.

"Let me finish burying him, Wheeljack, before another patrol comes back. I do not want his body disturbed by Decepticons, we both know what they do with the bodies of Autobots."

The white Wrecker actually did release the mech, stepping back away from him, his optics flickering at the words and sheathed his weapon, though it was clear the Seeker knew the moment he tried to reach for his own he would end up run through the spark. As the mech worked, Wheeljack studied his surroundings taking in everything that he saw and only glanced down when the mech finished, leaving only nothing but sand and rubble visible.

His optics glanced upwards towards the ship, knowing that he would need to examine the wreckage and recover anything useful.

Thundercracker's violet optics lifted in surprise when something cool was pressed into his palms, his optics widening when he realised it was a canister of energon. The sweet scent of it made him almost smile, though his gaze flickered upwards to regard the Wrecker who stood over where he had been once again trussed up and left while Wheeljack examined the ship and its black box recorder.

"Why would I bother doing anything to it?" He commented, moving across to one of the open storage spaces, he began pulling out materials and ammunition, actually realising that half of what was taken out belonged to the medic on the floor behind him. Tools, medical supplies clearly adding to the Seeker's declaration. "Only cowards use poison."

Reassured, the Seeker was downing the contents, relief flickering across the mech's fine facial plates, only to find Wheeljack staring at him when his optics drifted open again. "Thankyou."

The mech let out a grunt, before turning back to what he was doing, setting aside what would be useful and fit into his ship's cargo hold and what he would need to destroy to keep it out of Decepticon hands. Yet, his gaze couldn't stay away from the Seeker for long, aware of the mech's presence even if he was perfectly silent and still most of the time. Sparks of excitement tickled through his components, a sensation he had only felt before in battle, the only thing that had been able to ease the constant itch that drove him from planet to planet.

"What will you do with me?" Thundercracker questioned, shifting back and allowing his wings to spread against the wall as he leaned back, his head dropping back against the bulkhead. His bound arms rested against his drawn up knees, keeping himself out of the mech's way as much as possible as Wheeljack moved around the tight confines of the ship.

There was only a slight shrug of the mech's shoulders in answer to the Seeker's question. It was the only way for Wheeljack to cover the fact that he knew he couldn't kill this Decepticon. There was no true explanation as to why a 'Con would actually bury the dead of his enemies and… pray over their remains, because that was what he had caught the mech doing. Could what the Seeker say be true? He knew of Thundercracker, of the fact that the mech had once been a part of Starscream's Trine, one of Megatron's most trusted minions.

"Why?"

Thundercracker unshuttered his optics, his gaze flickering up to glance at Wheeljack for a long moment. "Why…?"

"If what you say is true, why did you change sides?"

"Who ever said I was ever truly a Decepticon?"

Wheeljack contemplated that, before continuing his work, stacking them against where there was a jagged hole in the side of the ship. "Spy?"

"Yes." Thundercracker let out a quiet sigh, just allowing his gaze to follow Wheeljack as he moved, appreciating the strength inherent in every movement. "I'm not the only one, but I was finally being allowed to pull out. Roadbuster caught me just as I was escaping the base I was assigned to, realised I was a medic and I was carrying supplies." He nodded in the direction of several of the containers. "Decided I was better alive then dead for information. Shoved me back here…" Violet optics sparkled with a hint of amusement. "For an orn, thought keeping the energon from me would get the 'truth' out of me."

It almost sounded believable when it came from Thundercracker.

"The war is going to end soon."

Now that had Wheeljack's attention, his optics dropping to regard that beautiful face for one long moment. "Decepticon victory?"

The Seeker shook his head and smiled. "Autobots win. The lead agent of the Dark Guard is soon going to make his move." The smile soon turned into a brilliant grin, lighting up the violet optics with hope and anticipation. "Megatron's fall will be swift with the information he carries of their plans and tactics."

Now this information was priceless. There would definitely be no swift death for this Decepticon, not with the possibilities of what information he could carry.

"I was meant to be meeting him on Earth." A soft laugh escaped the beautiful Seeker. "You've already met him, he saved you from Starscream. I heard about the rather amusing tale of Makeshift's destruction." Fingers made a little gesture for an explosion and grinned up at Wheeljack. "Good riddance to that treacherous coward."

Wheeljack's blue optics actually widened in shock, his memory files replaying a single scene again and again within his processors. The time Starscream had been ready to plunge those long deadly fingers deep into his chassis through his armour and slash apart his spark and fuelpump, it had only been the timely intervention of Soundwave that had prevented his death. Soundwave. "Impossible." Soundwave was known to be the most loyal of Megatron's troops, always hovering in the background silent and plotting.

"Right." Thundercracker rolled his optics. "Soundwave is loyal to one mech and one mech alone, his bondmate Blaster. He volunteered to remain with Megatron and gather information, relaying it back to the Autobots when he could through his bond with Blaster. How do you think the Autobots survived so long? Do you honestly think a bunch of mostly scientifically minded pacifists could compete against a driven gladiator from Kaon? Take a long hard look at what you know, Jax, think about it like you would any battle."

Wheeljack's mouth opened, nothing came out, his gaze staring down at Thundercracker.

"Starscream might be incompetent, but not that incompetent."

"Primus." The Wrecker breathed, his mind whirling with the possibilities. "If what you say is…"

"Oh yes. We've been busy little spies." The medic's lips twitched, his body relaxing and knew that maybe, just maybe he would be able to convince Wheeljack to take him to Earth so that he could join in the final push against Megatron. "Trust me… what I just told you is only the tip of a very, very large object."

"Jax!"

Wheeljack's optics flickered once, his blue optics only slowly becoming aware of the fact that he was practically nose to nose with a very beautiful Seeker whom was half sprawled across him. His head lifted from where it had been resting against one wall, his gaze immediately assessing the situation, but only seeing Thundercracker's concerned violet optics. "What?"

"The patrol."

The moment the word escaped Thundercracker's lips Wheeljack heard the distant buzz of engines which had been shielded by the same sandstorm that the Autobot had used to enter the atmosphere of the moon. It was the only warning that they got. He launched himself forwards, suddenly slamming his larger body against that of the slender Seeker, his hands forcing those wings apart as not to crush them as he shielded the mech with his body against the floor plating of the ship. The entire spaceship bucked wildly, around them as an explosion tore through one side of the ship, sending it screeching forwards, dislodging it from where it had ended up halfway through the wall of the main facility.

Debris pelted Wheeljack's back, bouncing off his armour as he forced the mech's helm against his throat, only to feel arms loop around him. The intimacy of the contact was shocking as Thundercracker positively coiled himself around Wheeljack, arms moving downwards to actually hook beneath the Wrecker's own, the bonds stretched across the mech's spinal plating. He didn't realise why until the ship screeched a protest as several more explosions tore through the entire thing.

The contents of the ship immediately sliding down towards the cockpit and so were they, sliding until a sudden weightlessness surrounded him, holding them in a cushioning bubble of an anti-gravity field as they ship smashed through massive pieces of equipment. The ship shredded apart around them, heat bursting over them as they floated slowly downwards, shrouded by smoke and wave upon wave of flame as the remaining fuel tank ignited.

Wheeljack was practically dangling from the Seeker's grip, the only reason he hadn't been smashed to pieces against the sharp toothed stone mill. For long moments they drifted, buoyed up before they dropped like a stone.

The Autobot coiled his arms around those beautiful wings and the mech pressed against him, shielding him as they impacted hard, the Wrecker taking the brunt of the fall, rolling them again and again until they crashed sideways into the side of one of the flaming pieces of ship.

"Release me." Thundercracker squirmed in Wheeljack's arms, his violet optics staring up into the Wrecker's face. "Jax, please."

They both lay tangled together, heat searing over their frames, choking their vents with acrid smoke.

"Frag it. Undo the cuffs."

A dozen pairs of pedes sounded against the metal plating as the patrol was coming in for their heads.

"I can fight." Wheeljack breathed out, blue optics half glazed as the first sparks of pain flickered up along one of the mech's sides. The shock of the fall beginning to wear off and he realised… something was buried deeply in his side. With every draw of smoky air into his body, pain shafted up through him.

"And you can slagging die too." The medic's lips pursed together, gaze narrowing. "I won't let you offline on me. I need time to repair that wound… time I don't have here and now."

"I…can fight…"

"I know." Thundercracker whispered, before his mouth suddenly caught Wheeljack's, a devastating kiss being pressed there, making the Wrecker shiver with the intensity of it. It was like nothing Wheeljack had ever experienced, heady and all consuming as their helms pressed together lightly, when he pulled away enough to gaze into his face. "But I need you to trust me, later."

Wheeljack hesitated for only a moment before reaching behind them, fingers moving over the cuffs and they sprang free, before he slumped forwards. Vision blurring, he felt his entire frame slowly being shifted, the stab of burning metal slowly easing from his body, small sparks of agony jerking through him as he felt several ruptured fuel lines be spot welded. His swords were drawn from their sheathes as Thundercracker stood over him, the same blade now pressed against the back of his own neck between helm and armour. All he could do was desperately hope that his trust had not been misplaced.

Several pairs of pedes entered Wheeljack's line of spotty vision, his head tipped to the side as he lay on his chassis, a slender pede resting on the small of his back.

"Commander Thundercracker we…"

"I do not need your excuses. You fools! I was almost damaged by that careless attack of yours." Optics narrowed on the dozen Vehicons surrounding them, his jaw clenched and violet optics burning fiercely. "I wish to have access to your communications grid immediately, I have information that Lord Megatron will find most interesting."

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